what a mess you've made there in your panties?
Friday, June 26, 2009
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Sunday, March 15, 2009
What to do about it ...
Although we had no contact for months afterword ... I couldn't get certain images out of my mind.
My desire was continually fueled by the indelible image of you being penetrated from behind , and at the same time your hand was plunged deep inside your panties and lustfully satisfying yourself as you jerked off in front of me and my girlfriends.
I had never in my most wanton moments ever thought of these things ... but, they are now seared into my memory.
Filled up in your rear, and stroking your engorged self. Rocking and pulsing to a rhythm only you could know at that instant.
Completely oblivious to the spectacle. But totally enraptured in your own desire.
Many times I had been unable to restrain myself from masturbating with a deep lust as I thought of these images. My hand plunged deep inside my own panties ... fingers probing deep inside my pussy ... the wet sucking sound as I fucked myself there with furious abandon.
My fantasy was fully engaged.
I wanted to experience that sensation of probing your rear ... your most intimate place ... the feeling of in and out, in and out ... as I was the one f***ing you.
I even went so far as to purchase a dvd. I had never done anything like that before. In the video a young man was playing dressup in women's underthings ... and then masturbating in them in bed as he probed his own butt with a dildo. He was apparently oblivious to two young women who had discovered him and were peeking in on him from the bedroom door. And soon they were joining him in the bed ... both wearing strapon dildos ... both of them driving him ... and themselves to frenzied, carnal bliss. One would poke him in the rear ... and the other would have him lick hers. All the while they kept constant eye contact and communication with one another as they made the boy do more wonderful things ...
During my sessions with the video I would sometimes affix a dildo with a suctioned base to the glass table top in front of the TV and then straddle it from above ... lowering myself onto it's enraged thick shaft until I was impaled there ... and bouncing up and down on it ... in a ridiculous dance ... but one that made my pussy ache with lust until I would explode in the most glorious orgasm.
But the ache that I could not erase was the one of actually being able to repeat the act that so indelibly burned into my memory that night when I humiliated you. And when my girlfriends took it to the length I had never even imagined.
And so I attempted to contact you once more.
But, privately.
I didn't want anyone to know.
First of all, who would approve?
But most of all, I had a very specific motive ... one that I could never divulge to those who had supported me ... who had participated in that most infamous evening ...
Because my most carnal desire was at the center of it ...
My desire was continually fueled by the indelible image of you being penetrated from behind , and at the same time your hand was plunged deep inside your panties and lustfully satisfying yourself as you jerked off in front of me and my girlfriends.
I had never in my most wanton moments ever thought of these things ... but, they are now seared into my memory.
Filled up in your rear, and stroking your engorged self. Rocking and pulsing to a rhythm only you could know at that instant.
Completely oblivious to the spectacle. But totally enraptured in your own desire.
Many times I had been unable to restrain myself from masturbating with a deep lust as I thought of these images. My hand plunged deep inside my own panties ... fingers probing deep inside my pussy ... the wet sucking sound as I fucked myself there with furious abandon.
My fantasy was fully engaged.
I wanted to experience that sensation of probing your rear ... your most intimate place ... the feeling of in and out, in and out ... as I was the one f***ing you.
I even went so far as to purchase a dvd. I had never done anything like that before. In the video a young man was playing dressup in women's underthings ... and then masturbating in them in bed as he probed his own butt with a dildo. He was apparently oblivious to two young women who had discovered him and were peeking in on him from the bedroom door. And soon they were joining him in the bed ... both wearing strapon dildos ... both of them driving him ... and themselves to frenzied, carnal bliss. One would poke him in the rear ... and the other would have him lick hers. All the while they kept constant eye contact and communication with one another as they made the boy do more wonderful things ...
During my sessions with the video I would sometimes affix a dildo with a suctioned base to the glass table top in front of the TV and then straddle it from above ... lowering myself onto it's enraged thick shaft until I was impaled there ... and bouncing up and down on it ... in a ridiculous dance ... but one that made my pussy ache with lust until I would explode in the most glorious orgasm.
But the ache that I could not erase was the one of actually being able to repeat the act that so indelibly burned into my memory that night when I humiliated you. And when my girlfriends took it to the length I had never even imagined.
And so I attempted to contact you once more.
But, privately.
I didn't want anyone to know.
First of all, who would approve?
But most of all, I had a very specific motive ... one that I could never divulge to those who had supported me ... who had participated in that most infamous evening ...
Because my most carnal desire was at the center of it ...
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Message to readers:
Hello.
As you can see, I have been inspired recently ... and the outcome is a whole new series of posts. "Revenge" ... in 4 parts. I hope you are reading and enjoying! All I can say is I am personally spent and sore, and have some laundry of my own to do ... after this little writing marathon (hehe).
I wish I could somehow induce readers to comment though ... (in this way I may be able to weave others particular fantasies into a storyline or arch - and be more personally fulfilling and stimulating, of course.)
This is a totally secure blog .... If you enjoy reading it, and want to comment, you can do that by clicking "comments" (beneath each post) and add yours, completely anonymous if you desire.
Best to you all.
PK
As you can see, I have been inspired recently ... and the outcome is a whole new series of posts. "Revenge" ... in 4 parts. I hope you are reading and enjoying! All I can say is I am personally spent and sore, and have some laundry of my own to do ... after this little writing marathon (hehe).
I wish I could somehow induce readers to comment though ... (in this way I may be able to weave others particular fantasies into a storyline or arch - and be more personally fulfilling and stimulating, of course.)
This is a totally secure blog .... If you enjoy reading it, and want to comment, you can do that by clicking "comments" (beneath each post) and add yours, completely anonymous if you desire.
Best to you all.
PK
Friday, March 13, 2009
Revenge. (Part4)
What I am not prepared for is that my girlfriends are not nearly done with you.
They have spirited you away out of the room. They say they want to clean you up ... but I am ambivalent to this. If it were up to me they would turn you out into the corridor and on your way just as you are. In your sissy wardrobe ... Your worthless cum smeared all over you ... your soggy panties barely able to conceal you.
Let the world see what a dirty slut you are.
But this is not their plan. Oh no. Not yet.
They desperately want their allegiance and sisterly love for me to be known. Of course I know this. But they are insistent that I now need to be equally loved and entertained.
They fetch me a glass of wine. They position me in a comfy chair.
Sit back now and enjoy the show.
And now they strut you back out. You are blindfolded ... I'm not sure quite why? ... They have redressed you ... in fresh ladies underthings. Beautiful precious and exciting underthings. Now that my rage has been sated ... I can look on with mild amusement ... and let myself enjoy this eye candy. You, all dolled up in the most luscious underwear. YOu are soooooo sissified. Soooooo absolutely adorable in new frsh sheer panties and a smooth shimmery corset top ... I am actually a little turned on by the image ... and the thrill and eroticism of all that is happening. I am growing wet myself.
The girls bring you center stage and pirouette you on the high heels you are still wearing. Spinning you around until I think you may tumble over.
Now, forcing you down on your knees. Bending you over a short stool in the center of the room.
And then one of them steps out from behind the others. What is it she has on ... oh my ... I have never seen one up close, only in pictures ... and I laugh a nervous laugh outloud. You glance in the direction of me from the sound ...
It is such a randy, slutty sight ... protruding straight out and erect from between her thighs ... just as yours was earlier.
The girls take great glee in producing a jar of lubricating jelly ... and quickly turn to you and jerk your panties down to mid thigh. They smear the jelly all around your little virgin bud. It won't be virgin much longer. Your whimpers and sudden protest are just as quickly hushed as they pull the blindfold down into your mouth and gag you. Your hands are have been restrained behind you and tied together with one of the nylons you wore earlier and messed with your cum.
And now the one wearing the ... the ... thing ... moves around and positions herself directly behind you. placing the nub of the thing to your waiting bud.
you squirm at the hips, your little butt trying to resist ... but will be to no avail.
And with the gobs of lubricating jelly providing a slick runway ... she inserts the thing into your hole ... at first slowly, but then with greater force .... until it is completely inside you.
I am so horny just watching this series of events that I am suddenly flush in the cheeks ... I feel the warmth growing inside me, in my stomach, my cheeks, ... inside my pussy.
She slowly withdraws, then penetrates again ... repeating this a few times ... until suddenly she understands how to switch roles. How to use the sex thing to f*** you.
And she does, she begins the steady rhythm of in and out, the steady f***ing movement that we really only consciously think of being reserved for women.
The girls are thrilled, watching your ass be f***'d like this.
But, almost imperceptible to them, and maybe only noticed by me since I am a complete spectator ... is the rocking motion of your own body ... gently meeting each new thrust with a reciprocal push back of your own. I sense that whatever your initial terror ... has now give way to some before as unknown desire and enjoyment.
I can see that your own protruding sex is hard again, there ... sheathed in it's new panties, but barely contained.
One of the other girls sees this as well.
"Look! He likes it!!! They all break into a chorus of catcalls and derision as they take great glee in calling you a little slut and whore.
One of them unbinds your wrists.
"Jack it off!"
One of them pushes your hand down between your legs ... and you willingly grip your own sex. The thing in your rear continues to f*** you ... and, the show moves around to the front of you as well as your hand begins to stroke yourself between your legs in long, passionate strokes. I had never truly seen you jerk off. I had only known of it. But now I am watching you f*** yourself, at the same time being f***'d.
I am so horny now I want to touch myself ... but I restrain myself as all good girls do.
You on the other hand continue ... your hand in high relief from the fabric of the panties as it is buried inside them and stroking and jerking yourself off. It is so sexual and thrilling I cannot get this image out of my mind. Even now.
You begin to breath heavy. You are pushing hard at what is penetrating you from behind ... and your hand works quicker now inside the panties ... and your passion grows furious ... until ....
You gush a long thick stream of white cum straight out into the air ... it arch's out with an audible splat on the floor. You continue to gush with a second, less forceful shot of wet goo that ejects, but not completely, and slops back over your hand ... and finally we are treated to you milking yourself ... and moaning softly ... we are watching as the sticky wetness oozes from your tip ... smearing you all over your hand, ... smearing you down the base of your penis ... and wetting inside your panties.
Once again you have made a mess all over yourself and cum in your pretty panties.
All the girls clap and shout! This has been a most wonderful show!
My own desire is almost overwhelming, I feel the wetness prominently between my legs ... my own panties wet with cum ...
All I can think of at this moment is to retreat and satisfy myself ...
Sweet ecstasy. Such sweet revenge.
You fucked me over ... how could you! ... but now it is you has been fucked.
They have spirited you away out of the room. They say they want to clean you up ... but I am ambivalent to this. If it were up to me they would turn you out into the corridor and on your way just as you are. In your sissy wardrobe ... Your worthless cum smeared all over you ... your soggy panties barely able to conceal you.
Let the world see what a dirty slut you are.
But this is not their plan. Oh no. Not yet.
They desperately want their allegiance and sisterly love for me to be known. Of course I know this. But they are insistent that I now need to be equally loved and entertained.
They fetch me a glass of wine. They position me in a comfy chair.
Sit back now and enjoy the show.
And now they strut you back out. You are blindfolded ... I'm not sure quite why? ... They have redressed you ... in fresh ladies underthings. Beautiful precious and exciting underthings. Now that my rage has been sated ... I can look on with mild amusement ... and let myself enjoy this eye candy. You, all dolled up in the most luscious underwear. YOu are soooooo sissified. Soooooo absolutely adorable in new frsh sheer panties and a smooth shimmery corset top ... I am actually a little turned on by the image ... and the thrill and eroticism of all that is happening. I am growing wet myself.
The girls bring you center stage and pirouette you on the high heels you are still wearing. Spinning you around until I think you may tumble over.
Now, forcing you down on your knees. Bending you over a short stool in the center of the room.
And then one of them steps out from behind the others. What is it she has on ... oh my ... I have never seen one up close, only in pictures ... and I laugh a nervous laugh outloud. You glance in the direction of me from the sound ...
It is such a randy, slutty sight ... protruding straight out and erect from between her thighs ... just as yours was earlier.
The girls take great glee in producing a jar of lubricating jelly ... and quickly turn to you and jerk your panties down to mid thigh. They smear the jelly all around your little virgin bud. It won't be virgin much longer. Your whimpers and sudden protest are just as quickly hushed as they pull the blindfold down into your mouth and gag you. Your hands are have been restrained behind you and tied together with one of the nylons you wore earlier and messed with your cum.
And now the one wearing the ... the ... thing ... moves around and positions herself directly behind you. placing the nub of the thing to your waiting bud.
you squirm at the hips, your little butt trying to resist ... but will be to no avail.
And with the gobs of lubricating jelly providing a slick runway ... she inserts the thing into your hole ... at first slowly, but then with greater force .... until it is completely inside you.
I am so horny just watching this series of events that I am suddenly flush in the cheeks ... I feel the warmth growing inside me, in my stomach, my cheeks, ... inside my pussy.
She slowly withdraws, then penetrates again ... repeating this a few times ... until suddenly she understands how to switch roles. How to use the sex thing to f*** you.
And she does, she begins the steady rhythm of in and out, the steady f***ing movement that we really only consciously think of being reserved for women.
The girls are thrilled, watching your ass be f***'d like this.
But, almost imperceptible to them, and maybe only noticed by me since I am a complete spectator ... is the rocking motion of your own body ... gently meeting each new thrust with a reciprocal push back of your own. I sense that whatever your initial terror ... has now give way to some before as unknown desire and enjoyment.
I can see that your own protruding sex is hard again, there ... sheathed in it's new panties, but barely contained.
One of the other girls sees this as well.
"Look! He likes it!!! They all break into a chorus of catcalls and derision as they take great glee in calling you a little slut and whore.
One of them unbinds your wrists.
"Jack it off!"
One of them pushes your hand down between your legs ... and you willingly grip your own sex. The thing in your rear continues to f*** you ... and, the show moves around to the front of you as well as your hand begins to stroke yourself between your legs in long, passionate strokes. I had never truly seen you jerk off. I had only known of it. But now I am watching you f*** yourself, at the same time being f***'d.
I am so horny now I want to touch myself ... but I restrain myself as all good girls do.
You on the other hand continue ... your hand in high relief from the fabric of the panties as it is buried inside them and stroking and jerking yourself off. It is so sexual and thrilling I cannot get this image out of my mind. Even now.
You begin to breath heavy. You are pushing hard at what is penetrating you from behind ... and your hand works quicker now inside the panties ... and your passion grows furious ... until ....
You gush a long thick stream of white cum straight out into the air ... it arch's out with an audible splat on the floor. You continue to gush with a second, less forceful shot of wet goo that ejects, but not completely, and slops back over your hand ... and finally we are treated to you milking yourself ... and moaning softly ... we are watching as the sticky wetness oozes from your tip ... smearing you all over your hand, ... smearing you down the base of your penis ... and wetting inside your panties.
Once again you have made a mess all over yourself and cum in your pretty panties.
All the girls clap and shout! This has been a most wonderful show!
My own desire is almost overwhelming, I feel the wetness prominently between my legs ... my own panties wet with cum ...
All I can think of at this moment is to retreat and satisfy myself ...
Sweet ecstasy. Such sweet revenge.
You fucked me over ... how could you! ... but now it is you has been fucked.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Revenge. (Part3)
The humiliation is not complete.
There is one more important act to carry out in order for me to feel satiated.
Your humiliation up to this point has been scrumptious. A gourmet feast in many courses. I am feeling full. But, not finished.
I need to have a ... physical ... connection to you over this. Not an injuring one. Just a way that I can experience ... and you will know, and feel ... my total control of this.
BY dominating you in this way, I can put to rest the abject embarassment I endured when I learned what you did. And, that I was suddenly forced to explain to my friends. How could you!
You were such a selfish, dirty boy ...
My God! Were you 10 or 12?
Don't boys get over that kind of thing! And did you have to be so... public! about it?!
How could you!!
I am so Mad at you!!
And I have worked myself up to the proper state of indignation ...
Now I am prepared to carry out this final act of total humiliation of you. The thing I played over and over in my mind. The act I told myself that I deserved!
Not even some act of contrition by you. How could I think that would be anything but self serving on your part!
NO. This is totally about me and satisfying my own anger.
And I sit on a chair that I have positioned in the middle of the room.
And my girlfriends have found seats facing my "alter" ... they can now sense what is about to happen ...
And you stand trembling ... a total sissified wreck ... sobbing now into your hands that cover your eyes ... your face ... your (not yet) total shame ...
Come here to me!
I startle even myself with the stern command of my own voice.
You totter over. Ridiculous as you stand before me in frilly womens underwear. Even more ridiculous as your sorry excuse of manhood pokes out the flimsy fabric of your panties ... barely holding you ... a silly bounce as you walk towards me and in front of the girls ... more giggles ... more coo'ing ... but, as you walk and sway forward, creating more friction of the silky panites on your sensitive and inflamed self ... causing it to get even harder and more prominent if that is possible.
I make you stand before me as i admire you up and down ... like you were some slutty plaything ... the way I imagine you to do when you look at your filthy magazines and porn ...
"Bend over my knee!"
This is the moment i have played over in my mind.
"Do it! Now!"
It is remarkable how easily you comply. All that happened before has left you now nothing more than a helpless little boy. Responding subserviantly now to even the meer sigh of discord of any domineering woman you have ever known.
And now as I stare at your little pantied butt poking back up at me ... I admire it there for just a glorious minute. It is soooo cute, cuddled there in it's panties ... but it is sooooo .... mine!!
And you will never think differently of a woman than how you must be thinking of me at this moment, ever again in your life.
About to be branded! Branded ... a powerful, altering word.
I gently lay the palm of my hand on your precious pantied bum, and let it rest there for a moment. I want you to absorb what is about to happen ... there in front of a completely frenzied and willing audience ... about to finally remove any last illusion of your manhood.
The girls are up out of there seats! Shouting! Cat Calling! Do it to him girl! Show him whose the boss! Make him beg not to be spanked!
Spank. Another of those piercing terms.
And I will spank you!
But more important to me is what will happen when I do spank you.
You see ... this is what I have wanted the final climaxing moment to be ...
To leave you in a complete mess ...
I can already feel your legs tensed behind you, propped up on toes ... and feel you pressing yourself into my knee. Shifting. Friction. Rubbing and rocking yourself in the silky panties on the knob of my knee.
You are pressed on my nylon'd leg ... and, in your worked up ecstasy ... it won't take very long ... I know.
And I raise my hand, and let it fall heavily on your little panited butt!
The first blow is startling. And satisfying as i feel you shift in reaction. Feel you arch your butt, as your legs go straight ... up on your toes behind you. But, no way to escape.
I raise and lower my hand again on your butt. This time with more force as I acclimate to the act. Again you jump on your toes ... and your butt arches.
Harder and harder as my aggression takes me over. I want to hear the shrill slap of my open palm to your butt.
The girls are gleeful!
I do this many more times. Until I am tired. And you are weeping.
But, I am not quite done.
Girls, I say ... come over here. Our poor naughty little sissy has a very sore bum, I think. Do you think maybe we should rub it?
And I feel you now in a steady, rocking motion on my knee. I know that you don't want me to feel you doing this. But, it is almost beyond your slutty little control.
You can't even stop yourself ... even though you have just been spanked and shamed and made fun of. And the girls come over and rub your panited butt ... touching you all over there ... and I can hear you gasping now ... and your motion there on my knee becomes more urgent the more you are rubbed and petted.
Now, I wink to the girls and they back away ...
"You are such a bad boy"
And I give your panites a quick tug ... pulling them just off your butt.
"What pretty red cheeks"
You are startled ... but this is all it takes to put you to the crest of my final cous-d-gras.
And I rub your bare butt ... and I feel you scootching rythmically now on my knee until you let out a loud groan and spurt cum into your panites and all over my knee and up your belly.
"Stand up!"
I make you stand up, before me, and the girls ... your cummy panties wet all the way through, and a mess ... the slick shine of wetness up your stomach ... I tell you to fondle yourself there for us. Slide your hand up and down yourself until I am sure you are done.
Now turn around and bend over and pull your panties down to show us your pretty spanked behind.
"oooohhhh" The girls love the show.
And, I tell you to get down and wipe your mess from my knee!
And to see you shrinking there, ... in your wet cummy messy panties and stockings ... rubbing your poor little spanked butt ... no escape from the taunting girls ... the humiliation is complete.
Get him out of here!
I am done with my game.
There is one more important act to carry out in order for me to feel satiated.
Your humiliation up to this point has been scrumptious. A gourmet feast in many courses. I am feeling full. But, not finished.
I need to have a ... physical ... connection to you over this. Not an injuring one. Just a way that I can experience ... and you will know, and feel ... my total control of this.
BY dominating you in this way, I can put to rest the abject embarassment I endured when I learned what you did. And, that I was suddenly forced to explain to my friends. How could you!
You were such a selfish, dirty boy ...
My God! Were you 10 or 12?
Don't boys get over that kind of thing! And did you have to be so... public! about it?!
How could you!!
I am so Mad at you!!
And I have worked myself up to the proper state of indignation ...
Now I am prepared to carry out this final act of total humiliation of you. The thing I played over and over in my mind. The act I told myself that I deserved!
Not even some act of contrition by you. How could I think that would be anything but self serving on your part!
NO. This is totally about me and satisfying my own anger.
And I sit on a chair that I have positioned in the middle of the room.
And my girlfriends have found seats facing my "alter" ... they can now sense what is about to happen ...
And you stand trembling ... a total sissified wreck ... sobbing now into your hands that cover your eyes ... your face ... your (not yet) total shame ...
Come here to me!
I startle even myself with the stern command of my own voice.
You totter over. Ridiculous as you stand before me in frilly womens underwear. Even more ridiculous as your sorry excuse of manhood pokes out the flimsy fabric of your panties ... barely holding you ... a silly bounce as you walk towards me and in front of the girls ... more giggles ... more coo'ing ... but, as you walk and sway forward, creating more friction of the silky panites on your sensitive and inflamed self ... causing it to get even harder and more prominent if that is possible.
I make you stand before me as i admire you up and down ... like you were some slutty plaything ... the way I imagine you to do when you look at your filthy magazines and porn ...
"Bend over my knee!"
This is the moment i have played over in my mind.
"Do it! Now!"
It is remarkable how easily you comply. All that happened before has left you now nothing more than a helpless little boy. Responding subserviantly now to even the meer sigh of discord of any domineering woman you have ever known.
And now as I stare at your little pantied butt poking back up at me ... I admire it there for just a glorious minute. It is soooo cute, cuddled there in it's panties ... but it is sooooo .... mine!!
And you will never think differently of a woman than how you must be thinking of me at this moment, ever again in your life.
About to be branded! Branded ... a powerful, altering word.
I gently lay the palm of my hand on your precious pantied bum, and let it rest there for a moment. I want you to absorb what is about to happen ... there in front of a completely frenzied and willing audience ... about to finally remove any last illusion of your manhood.
The girls are up out of there seats! Shouting! Cat Calling! Do it to him girl! Show him whose the boss! Make him beg not to be spanked!
Spank. Another of those piercing terms.
And I will spank you!
But more important to me is what will happen when I do spank you.
You see ... this is what I have wanted the final climaxing moment to be ...
To leave you in a complete mess ...
I can already feel your legs tensed behind you, propped up on toes ... and feel you pressing yourself into my knee. Shifting. Friction. Rubbing and rocking yourself in the silky panties on the knob of my knee.
You are pressed on my nylon'd leg ... and, in your worked up ecstasy ... it won't take very long ... I know.
And I raise my hand, and let it fall heavily on your little panited butt!
The first blow is startling. And satisfying as i feel you shift in reaction. Feel you arch your butt, as your legs go straight ... up on your toes behind you. But, no way to escape.
I raise and lower my hand again on your butt. This time with more force as I acclimate to the act. Again you jump on your toes ... and your butt arches.
Harder and harder as my aggression takes me over. I want to hear the shrill slap of my open palm to your butt.
The girls are gleeful!
I do this many more times. Until I am tired. And you are weeping.
But, I am not quite done.
Girls, I say ... come over here. Our poor naughty little sissy has a very sore bum, I think. Do you think maybe we should rub it?
And I feel you now in a steady, rocking motion on my knee. I know that you don't want me to feel you doing this. But, it is almost beyond your slutty little control.
You can't even stop yourself ... even though you have just been spanked and shamed and made fun of. And the girls come over and rub your panited butt ... touching you all over there ... and I can hear you gasping now ... and your motion there on my knee becomes more urgent the more you are rubbed and petted.
Now, I wink to the girls and they back away ...
"You are such a bad boy"
And I give your panites a quick tug ... pulling them just off your butt.
"What pretty red cheeks"
You are startled ... but this is all it takes to put you to the crest of my final cous-d-gras.
And I rub your bare butt ... and I feel you scootching rythmically now on my knee until you let out a loud groan and spurt cum into your panites and all over my knee and up your belly.
"Stand up!"
I make you stand up, before me, and the girls ... your cummy panties wet all the way through, and a mess ... the slick shine of wetness up your stomach ... I tell you to fondle yourself there for us. Slide your hand up and down yourself until I am sure you are done.
Now turn around and bend over and pull your panties down to show us your pretty spanked behind.
"oooohhhh" The girls love the show.
And, I tell you to get down and wipe your mess from my knee!
And to see you shrinking there, ... in your wet cummy messy panties and stockings ... rubbing your poor little spanked butt ... no escape from the taunting girls ... the humiliation is complete.
Get him out of here!
I am done with my game.
Revenge. (Part2)
When I finally call to you to come out of the bedroom, I am forced to go and fetch you.
I anticipated this. What boy could bring himself to do what you must do next.
I stood at the doorway and confess I could hardly contain my own glee. I betray my own surprise to the girls with an out loud laugh!
And then I stand behind you and push you down the hallway and then out into the center of the room, where the girls look on ... first in profound amazement ... and then into a growing, glorious, cacophony of laughs and taunts and giggles.
They could not have been prepared for seeing you decked out in lingerie like this.
A beautiful silky pink cami with string shoulder straps ... fitted tight to your upper physique, so that even your nipples are like little protruding points.
Silky white panties ... not the thong style that girls like to wear ... no. I have picked out a tiny pair with full butt ... and tiny rows of lace ruffles. Adorable!
picture credit: pantiesformen.com
A matching garter silk belt, with bow ties ... little pink ribbons ... on the clasps.
pictue credit: pantiesformen.com
And, glorious seamed white stockings. Your legs, so long and magnificent in them. Your tight little ass sooooo adorable in the ruffled panties.
Why is it guys always get the best looking legs and bums?!!
But, the crowning achievement ... the thing I had to look in countless stores to find ... is the pair of pink "CFM" shoes. Patent leather with patent leather bows on the toes. And stilettos. You tower just standing in them.
Click. Click. Click.
Your cheeks are crimson and your eyes are wet. And your lower lip just simply trembles. You cannot even utter a whimper.
And I am absolutely victorious!!
Girls ... go and touch him. He's absolutely beautiful!
Another well known trait of us girls. We simply must touch the merchandise!
And quickly ... several pairs of hands are rubbing and feeling the silky parts of you all over. Coo'ing and giggling. Ooo'ing and aaaahhhh'ing. This is the most fun ever!
The girls press up to you, both front and back ... and shimmy up and down you until ... oops ... what have we here? ... oh my!!
A little tent pole has grown inside of your panties?
Are you excited?!
Answer me!!
You must be excited?
Don't stammer like an idiot!
The girls have backed away now ... their hands raised to cover their giggles as they stare directly at your little prize that has grown in your panties. They know the rest of this game is all about me and you ... and they are willing spectators to the final act ... the cous-d'-gras.
I anticipated this. What boy could bring himself to do what you must do next.
I stood at the doorway and confess I could hardly contain my own glee. I betray my own surprise to the girls with an out loud laugh!
And then I stand behind you and push you down the hallway and then out into the center of the room, where the girls look on ... first in profound amazement ... and then into a growing, glorious, cacophony of laughs and taunts and giggles.
They could not have been prepared for seeing you decked out in lingerie like this.
A beautiful silky pink cami with string shoulder straps ... fitted tight to your upper physique, so that even your nipples are like little protruding points.
Silky white panties ... not the thong style that girls like to wear ... no. I have picked out a tiny pair with full butt ... and tiny rows of lace ruffles. Adorable!
picture credit: pantiesformen.comA matching garter silk belt, with bow ties ... little pink ribbons ... on the clasps.
pictue credit: pantiesformen.comAnd, glorious seamed white stockings. Your legs, so long and magnificent in them. Your tight little ass sooooo adorable in the ruffled panties.
Why is it guys always get the best looking legs and bums?!!
But, the crowning achievement ... the thing I had to look in countless stores to find ... is the pair of pink "CFM" shoes. Patent leather with patent leather bows on the toes. And stilettos. You tower just standing in them.
Click. Click. Click.
Your cheeks are crimson and your eyes are wet. And your lower lip just simply trembles. You cannot even utter a whimper.
And I am absolutely victorious!!
Girls ... go and touch him. He's absolutely beautiful!
Another well known trait of us girls. We simply must touch the merchandise!
And quickly ... several pairs of hands are rubbing and feeling the silky parts of you all over. Coo'ing and giggling. Ooo'ing and aaaahhhh'ing. This is the most fun ever!
The girls press up to you, both front and back ... and shimmy up and down you until ... oops ... what have we here? ... oh my!!
A little tent pole has grown inside of your panties?
Are you excited?!
Answer me!!
You must be excited?
Don't stammer like an idiot!
The girls have backed away now ... their hands raised to cover their giggles as they stare directly at your little prize that has grown in your panties. They know the rest of this game is all about me and you ... and they are willing spectators to the final act ... the cous-d'-gras.
Revenge (Part1)
"You will bend over my knee ... right this instant!"
I am thrilled by the command of my own voice. It is strangely exciting ... I am even feeling small butterflies in my stomach, anticipating my control of the situation and what I will make you do next.
You are such a naughty and bad boy. You embarrassed me with your antics. We won't go into those now. But, I was so shamed by them ... and now I will pay back with your abject humiliation. It will be unforgettable.
Since it was my girlfriends who had to tell me of your transgressions it will also be them who revel in my revenge ... they are here to watch and play.
You are the object of the game.
You are already a whimpering sissy. You didn't even know what you were walking into when I invited you over today. But, it quickly became apparent. You had to suffer through a tirade of questions over your behavior and transgressions. You were forced to admit those out loud. Maybe the most enduring painful admission you have ever been forced to make ...
This was only the first part of the game, though. It's not enough just to admit what a dirty useless boy you are ... and we did not stop there. No.
It's important for you not just to admit your transgression ... we demanded remorse for it. And, we gave you no break from our insistence and mental attack. Women are very thorough and well-practiced in the verbal art of guilt. You should know that.
Your admissions and your guilt were so rapturous that we didn't want to give up this part of the game as you were slowly broken down and left in complete mental exhaustion. But I am not done.
Not by a long shot. This humiliation will burn you like a brand. Seared into your memory for all time. You will not forget or ever trivialize me or this episode.
And so my girlfriends and I left you in a puddle of tears for moment. A chance to collect yourself just a little for the next part of our game. I told you to undress yourself and put on the bathrobe I had provided you ... one of my shorties. We would be back momentarily. And you better have done it by the time we return! Because not only had my girlfriends witnessed your transgression ... cell phones are marvelous toys with their cameras and forwarding capabilities. One push of "send" and you will never live it down.
And so there you were. Sitting in the shortie robe with your clothes neatly piled beside you.
And we handed you the can of shaving cream and a razor ... and told you to shave your legs right then and there for us. We coo'd and giggled the whole time and watched you as you removed every bit of hair from your long legs. Out come the camera phones. Pictures to enjoy later. An absolute necessity of every girl party! Click. Click. Click.
And, while your at it ... I want to see a little surprise ... I want you to turn around and privately shave you re pubic mound into a little heart ... wouldn't that be cute? And all the girls squeal in delight!!
You tried to protest ... but, by now you are easy.Remember ... just press "Send"? And there is so much that could be sent. So much now to undo you.
But ... I am still not done.
This is only mild preparation for what I still have in store for you.
I tell you to go to the back bedroom. You will know what to do.
You are gone from the room for many minutes. My girlfriends are curious ... what is he doing? What is in there? But, I don't want to spoil the surprise and the next part of the game.
Be patient I say. You will absolutely love this next part.
I am thrilled by the command of my own voice. It is strangely exciting ... I am even feeling small butterflies in my stomach, anticipating my control of the situation and what I will make you do next.
You are such a naughty and bad boy. You embarrassed me with your antics. We won't go into those now. But, I was so shamed by them ... and now I will pay back with your abject humiliation. It will be unforgettable.
Since it was my girlfriends who had to tell me of your transgressions it will also be them who revel in my revenge ... they are here to watch and play.
You are the object of the game.
You are already a whimpering sissy. You didn't even know what you were walking into when I invited you over today. But, it quickly became apparent. You had to suffer through a tirade of questions over your behavior and transgressions. You were forced to admit those out loud. Maybe the most enduring painful admission you have ever been forced to make ...
This was only the first part of the game, though. It's not enough just to admit what a dirty useless boy you are ... and we did not stop there. No.
It's important for you not just to admit your transgression ... we demanded remorse for it. And, we gave you no break from our insistence and mental attack. Women are very thorough and well-practiced in the verbal art of guilt. You should know that.
Your admissions and your guilt were so rapturous that we didn't want to give up this part of the game as you were slowly broken down and left in complete mental exhaustion. But I am not done.
Not by a long shot. This humiliation will burn you like a brand. Seared into your memory for all time. You will not forget or ever trivialize me or this episode.
And so my girlfriends and I left you in a puddle of tears for moment. A chance to collect yourself just a little for the next part of our game. I told you to undress yourself and put on the bathrobe I had provided you ... one of my shorties. We would be back momentarily. And you better have done it by the time we return! Because not only had my girlfriends witnessed your transgression ... cell phones are marvelous toys with their cameras and forwarding capabilities. One push of "send" and you will never live it down.
And so there you were. Sitting in the shortie robe with your clothes neatly piled beside you.
And we handed you the can of shaving cream and a razor ... and told you to shave your legs right then and there for us. We coo'd and giggled the whole time and watched you as you removed every bit of hair from your long legs. Out come the camera phones. Pictures to enjoy later. An absolute necessity of every girl party! Click. Click. Click.
And, while your at it ... I want to see a little surprise ... I want you to turn around and privately shave you re pubic mound into a little heart ... wouldn't that be cute? And all the girls squeal in delight!!
You tried to protest ... but, by now you are easy.Remember ... just press "Send"? And there is so much that could be sent. So much now to undo you.
But ... I am still not done.
This is only mild preparation for what I still have in store for you.
I tell you to go to the back bedroom. You will know what to do.
You are gone from the room for many minutes. My girlfriends are curious ... what is he doing? What is in there? But, I don't want to spoil the surprise and the next part of the game.
Be patient I say. You will absolutely love this next part.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
An altered state.
You lean over and whisper up close in my ear. I'm not sure I heard you correctly. I rear back slightly and look at you ... your eyes twinkle slightly ... and you simply nod once ...
My head is mildly foggy from the wine ... a second glass ... as we sit together close on the couch. Your girl friends chatter together across the room. I thought it odd when I came over that I would be the only guy here ... just you and a couple of your girlfriends ... and me. But we slipped into easy conversation ... a couple glasses of wine ... pleasurable.
But now I have an odd electric feeling racing through me ... like a low electric hum ... you lean in close on my ear ... your lips touching it ... and say it again ... coaxing.
At first I am amused but yet repelled ... but you urge me ... and in my somewhat inebriated state I am more willing than not to take runs off a cliff.
You waste no time in following up on your strange ... but somehow thrilling proposal. As if trying to seize on the moment before I have time to rationalize against what is about to happen. Slip the trap as it were.
You grab me quickly by the hand, and pull me off the couch ... leading me quickly down the hall. Your girlfriends look up from their conversation ... and I don't even notice or stop to think about the impish smiles as we breeze by ...
Once in your room you push me back on the bed ... and in a flash you grab my belt buckle, undoing it ... and then unsnap my jeans ... unzip them and pull my pants down mid-thigh.
"take them off" ...
I am propped up on elbows now looking down at my pants partially pulled down ... you are rummaging through a drawer ... and I sloppily shake my legs from my pant legs ... and now my pants are around my ankles.
You stop and turn to pull my shoes and pants off ...
"quick now" .... you say ... "this will be sooooo fun! Take off everything!"
You lean over me on the bed ... unbuttoning my shirt ... and press your lips onto mine in a wet, wild kiss. I feel a growing thickness between my legs and a mild racing in my breathing.
You glance down at my shorts and the slight tentpole growing there ... and look back at me with the slightest wicked grin ... and then insert a hand in the waistband and jerk them down ... releasing me ...
You are back to the drawer ... and pull out a tiny pair of panties ... a small low cut bikini black brief. You quickly insert my feet in the leghole openings of the pantie and slide them up my legs.
"raise up", you say ...
And I lift my butt slightly on the edge of the bed as you pull the pantie under me and then over my thickness ... adjusting the pantie just so ... so as to conceal me as best it can ... cinching the pantie up around my waist a little ...
"There" you say.
Now you are back in the drawer ... and produce a tiny garter and pair of seamed stockings this time.
And before I am even fully aware ... I am femme'd out in lingerie ... a cami concealing my chest ... the little black panties ... a pair of seamed black stockings and silky garter ... and then you bring out the "cherry" for your sundae.
A pair of patent leather pumps with a heel.
After I have them on ... and tottering in the middle of the floor as if on stilts ... you stand back a admire me ... cooing softly. You can barely contain yourself and come over and run your hands over my cami-covered chest ... the other hand reaches around to fondly my pantie covered rear.
"You are soooo adorable!" you say.
"Come, lets let the others see" you say.
And now you lead me by the hand , urging me back down the hallway, back to where your friends are seated ... in obvious anticipation.
There is a delighted shriek from the girls when you push me into the room. Like girls being presented with a large package in pretty paper. Ohhhhh, what could it be .... quickly lets unwrap it and see!
"My god, how cuuuute!"
"how did you get him to do it!"
"he's darling!"
They are up and touching and fondling ... feeling the silky fabric of the cami and the panties on me ... running their hands up and down the nylon of the stockings ... reaching up to pinch my nipples through the fabric ... staring indiscreetly at the tentpole in my panties and cooing with delight.
There are six hands on me at once ... and now the girls all call for a little show ... as they back away with me standing there tottering on heels.
"look there girls ... I think this is just as exciting for him , don't you think?"
My head is mildly foggy from the wine ... a second glass ... as we sit together close on the couch. Your girl friends chatter together across the room. I thought it odd when I came over that I would be the only guy here ... just you and a couple of your girlfriends ... and me. But we slipped into easy conversation ... a couple glasses of wine ... pleasurable.
But now I have an odd electric feeling racing through me ... like a low electric hum ... you lean in close on my ear ... your lips touching it ... and say it again ... coaxing.
At first I am amused but yet repelled ... but you urge me ... and in my somewhat inebriated state I am more willing than not to take runs off a cliff.
You waste no time in following up on your strange ... but somehow thrilling proposal. As if trying to seize on the moment before I have time to rationalize against what is about to happen. Slip the trap as it were.
You grab me quickly by the hand, and pull me off the couch ... leading me quickly down the hall. Your girlfriends look up from their conversation ... and I don't even notice or stop to think about the impish smiles as we breeze by ...
Once in your room you push me back on the bed ... and in a flash you grab my belt buckle, undoing it ... and then unsnap my jeans ... unzip them and pull my pants down mid-thigh.
"take them off" ...
I am propped up on elbows now looking down at my pants partially pulled down ... you are rummaging through a drawer ... and I sloppily shake my legs from my pant legs ... and now my pants are around my ankles.
You stop and turn to pull my shoes and pants off ...
"quick now" .... you say ... "this will be sooooo fun! Take off everything!"
You lean over me on the bed ... unbuttoning my shirt ... and press your lips onto mine in a wet, wild kiss. I feel a growing thickness between my legs and a mild racing in my breathing.
You glance down at my shorts and the slight tentpole growing there ... and look back at me with the slightest wicked grin ... and then insert a hand in the waistband and jerk them down ... releasing me ...
You are back to the drawer ... and pull out a tiny pair of panties ... a small low cut bikini black brief. You quickly insert my feet in the leghole openings of the pantie and slide them up my legs.
"raise up", you say ...
And I lift my butt slightly on the edge of the bed as you pull the pantie under me and then over my thickness ... adjusting the pantie just so ... so as to conceal me as best it can ... cinching the pantie up around my waist a little ...
"There" you say.
Now you are back in the drawer ... and produce a tiny garter and pair of seamed stockings this time.
And before I am even fully aware ... I am femme'd out in lingerie ... a cami concealing my chest ... the little black panties ... a pair of seamed black stockings and silky garter ... and then you bring out the "cherry" for your sundae.
A pair of patent leather pumps with a heel.
After I have them on ... and tottering in the middle of the floor as if on stilts ... you stand back a admire me ... cooing softly. You can barely contain yourself and come over and run your hands over my cami-covered chest ... the other hand reaches around to fondly my pantie covered rear.
"You are soooo adorable!" you say.
"Come, lets let the others see" you say.
And now you lead me by the hand , urging me back down the hallway, back to where your friends are seated ... in obvious anticipation.
There is a delighted shriek from the girls when you push me into the room. Like girls being presented with a large package in pretty paper. Ohhhhh, what could it be .... quickly lets unwrap it and see!
"My god, how cuuuute!"
"how did you get him to do it!"
"he's darling!"
They are up and touching and fondling ... feeling the silky fabric of the cami and the panties on me ... running their hands up and down the nylon of the stockings ... reaching up to pinch my nipples through the fabric ... staring indiscreetly at the tentpole in my panties and cooing with delight.
There are six hands on me at once ... and now the girls all call for a little show ... as they back away with me standing there tottering on heels.
"look there girls ... I think this is just as exciting for him , don't you think?"
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
More ...
of those sexy boys in their panties ...
hmmm ... oh my ... wonder what happened there ...
(video credit Toni54jp)
hmmm ... oh my ... wonder what happened there ...
(video credit Toni54jp)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Poll Results.
So ... here were the final standings of the reader poll just conducted:
Seems you favor pics and vids of boys in their panties (67%) more so than females in theirs (28%)... hmmm
And, story wishes tend to fall along the lines of boys with their panties down(21%)... much more so than the girls (7%).
And since my research technique was somewhat flawed here by how I asked the question ... it seems possibly even more overwhelmingly that readers want to read about (unspecified) caught with their panties down(28%). Assuming this is boy related v. girls.
Thanks to all of you who provided this feedback. I'd like to channel this information and make the content here provide gratification for you. Within certain boundaries, of course.
I'd like to remain tasteful (even if by degrees ... )
And, as always , please feel free to provide feedback and comments .(Comments are an open feature of this site and quite anonymous - or, as much as you choose to be.) I'd love to read them.
Best to you all.
Seems you favor pics and vids of boys in their panties (67%) more so than females in theirs (28%)... hmmm
And, story wishes tend to fall along the lines of boys with their panties down(21%)... much more so than the girls (7%).
And since my research technique was somewhat flawed here by how I asked the question ... it seems possibly even more overwhelmingly that readers want to read about (unspecified) caught with their panties down(28%). Assuming this is boy related v. girls.
Thanks to all of you who provided this feedback. I'd like to channel this information and make the content here provide gratification for you. Within certain boundaries, of course.
I'd like to remain tasteful (even if by degrees ... )
And, as always , please feel free to provide feedback and comments .(Comments are an open feature of this site and quite anonymous - or, as much as you choose to be.) I'd love to read them.
Best to you all.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Show me,
This afternoon was perhaps the most humiliating time of my entire life. In fact there is no question of it. I can't believe I put myself in that position.
I skipped out of work early. Such a gorgeous fall day ... sun warm ... just a mild gentle breeze ... the smell of dry leaves scenting the air ... I just couldn't concentrate on work things.
By the time I was home I felt intoxicated ... and I had been feeling ... well ... sexy ... for much of the day. Couldn't keep my thoughts off of totally sexy, naughty things. And, I had known almost without hesitation what I would be doing the minute I was home. I knew I would still have hours alone, until you yourself were home from running errands. Plenty of time for me to indulge in my private pleasure. Plenty of time to cover my tracks. I made a beeline directly for your room ... stripping off man clothes all along the way until I was completely naked.
I ran my hands through the pile of panties in your lingerie chest. Trying to decide just which pair to slip on. The fabric of them so tantalizing ... the very look of them like a pile of confections. I raised several pairs to my nose ... to drink in the wonderful smell. A mixture of potpourri, perfume, and you. How is it that everything about women smells so luscious and good. Even what covers their most private place.
I couldn't stop just there. I had to go for the whole getup. The stockings. The camisole ... so smooth and cool over my pointed nipples. And I even had to do the shoes. Why the shoes. I stood in them ... admiring myself in the full length mirror in the walkin ... smoothing my hands down the front and sides of the cami ... sliding them over my pantied hips ... feeling the tiny bit of panty covering my almost naked rear. My eyes were closed now in my private revery ... simply stroking from my nipples down my cami covered belly ... daring not to touch myself too soon. I knew there would be almost an instant mess to clean up and conceal if I did.
SMACK!
"ouch!" I yelled out ... almost as much from the sheer shock as from the sting on my behind.
I looked with panic at you standing behind me in the mirror. "Oh my God" ... I whispered ... "Oh my God!"
You let my panty butt have another hard slap of your hand. I jumped slightly .. tottering on the shoes. Dancing forward on my toes a step.
"My God, you little fairy!!" My face went flush. I knew my cheeks were burning crimson ...
"What the fuck do you think you are doing!!" You're voice piercing the air with acusation.
I was speechless ... of course ... I mean, what could I have possibly said at that moment that would change her demeanor. Here I was standing in cami, panties and stockings ... and those damn heels.
"Is this what you do when I'm a way you little queer?!" "Answer me!"
I know that at this moment tears were welling up in my eyes ... I could only stammer ... no real words were forming.
And then in a split second you had grabbed me by the wrist and jerked me hard to the bed ... all I could do to balance on the heels ... and almost as quickly I was bent over the bed ... "I ought to spank that sissy ass of yours!" ... "In fact that's exactly what you are going to get!"
And now you were spanking my butt, barehanded ... with each new strike a new outrage flew from you ... "You will never do this again!" SMACK "Do you understand me!?" SMACK " Because if I ever catch you like this again ..." SMACK " you won't have to wish you were girl!" SMACK.
"Now ... " , and then as violently as your storm had erupted ... it subsided ...
You stood over me, with my little pantied butt sticking up at you and my face buried in the bed ... and it was if you had expended all your energy through your rage. You sat down on the bedside next to me ... I had reached behind me to rub my sore butt where you had spanked it. And now you reached over to rub it softly there too.
"You are such a little sissy ..." you said softly. "Look at you ... my God ..."
You slowly stroked my butt ... and then your hand traveled further down my stocking'd leg closest to you. You lingered there feeling the wonderful nylon on my legs.
"Well, I will say this" ... you whispered softly ... " you do show off that little butt and your legs well in all that ..."
"You took the waistband of the tiny panties in the thumb and pointer finger of each hand and snugged them up on my hips and adjusted them there ... as if you were dressing me ... getting me exactly right.
"Stand up" you said.
I was humiliated, tears streaked my face ... I couldn't possibly.
"Stand up" you said again. "It's alright ... let me look at you."
I couldn't look you in the eye. My eyes were downcast as I rose from the bed and tottered to attention in front of you. My shoulders sagged ... I tried to hide what cannot be hid when a man is in panties.
"let me look at you" you said again.
Your eyes traced the entire length of me in my most fem attire. "mmmm" I heard you say, and then "mmmm" again. I could feel my cheeks flush hot once more. Embarrassed for you to say things that way, me looking as I did.
"What was it you would do if I had not come in and caught you" ... you giggled slightly.
I was still speechless. But happy for you not to be in a fury now.
"I want to know" you said. I could only shake my head slightly from side to side.
Your voice took on a more stern timbre, and you said ... "Yes. Tell me what it is you do when you are like this and I am not here."
I was slightly frightened. I do not want to hear you raise your voice and taunt me again. Humiliating me.
"Tell me now!" your look is harsh ... "Or I will pull those little panties right off of you this minute and punish your little sissy ass until you do!"
I speak for the first time ... "Oh please .... no ... no ... don't say that ... I'm ... I'm ...not ...
"Yes you are! What were you going to do in my panties and good stockings?"
"I was .. was .... I ... oh ..........."
"I know full well what you were going to do my precious little naughty sissy" ... your look is beyond accusing ... " But I just want to hear you tell me!" "Afterall. it is my underwear you are in!".
I try again ... "I was going to .... (pause) .... I ... I was ... (pause, I just can't say it ...)
"You come here right this instant and bend over my knee you little fairy princess!!"
"no ...NO ... please ..."
"Then tell me! NOW"
"I was going to ... mast.......
"Tell me again louder ... you were ..?"
"...masturbating in them ..."
"Show me".
Oh God. How could I?
"Show me now!" "Do it the way you would do it if I weren't here ..."
(photo credits; pantiesformen.com)
I skipped out of work early. Such a gorgeous fall day ... sun warm ... just a mild gentle breeze ... the smell of dry leaves scenting the air ... I just couldn't concentrate on work things.
By the time I was home I felt intoxicated ... and I had been feeling ... well ... sexy ... for much of the day. Couldn't keep my thoughts off of totally sexy, naughty things. And, I had known almost without hesitation what I would be doing the minute I was home. I knew I would still have hours alone, until you yourself were home from running errands. Plenty of time for me to indulge in my private pleasure. Plenty of time to cover my tracks. I made a beeline directly for your room ... stripping off man clothes all along the way until I was completely naked.
I ran my hands through the pile of panties in your lingerie chest. Trying to decide just which pair to slip on. The fabric of them so tantalizing ... the very look of them like a pile of confections. I raised several pairs to my nose ... to drink in the wonderful smell. A mixture of potpourri, perfume, and you. How is it that everything about women smells so luscious and good. Even what covers their most private place.
I couldn't stop just there. I had to go for the whole getup. The stockings. The camisole ... so smooth and cool over my pointed nipples. And I even had to do the shoes. Why the shoes. I stood in them ... admiring myself in the full length mirror in the walkin ... smoothing my hands down the front and sides of the cami ... sliding them over my pantied hips ... feeling the tiny bit of panty covering my almost naked rear. My eyes were closed now in my private revery ... simply stroking from my nipples down my cami covered belly ... daring not to touch myself too soon. I knew there would be almost an instant mess to clean up and conceal if I did.
SMACK!
"ouch!" I yelled out ... almost as much from the sheer shock as from the sting on my behind.
I looked with panic at you standing behind me in the mirror. "Oh my God" ... I whispered ... "Oh my God!"
You let my panty butt have another hard slap of your hand. I jumped slightly .. tottering on the shoes. Dancing forward on my toes a step.
"My God, you little fairy!!" My face went flush. I knew my cheeks were burning crimson ...
"What the fuck do you think you are doing!!" You're voice piercing the air with acusation.
I was speechless ... of course ... I mean, what could I have possibly said at that moment that would change her demeanor. Here I was standing in cami, panties and stockings ... and those damn heels.
"Is this what you do when I'm a way you little queer?!" "Answer me!"
I know that at this moment tears were welling up in my eyes ... I could only stammer ... no real words were forming.
And then in a split second you had grabbed me by the wrist and jerked me hard to the bed ... all I could do to balance on the heels ... and almost as quickly I was bent over the bed ... "I ought to spank that sissy ass of yours!" ... "In fact that's exactly what you are going to get!"
And now you were spanking my butt, barehanded ... with each new strike a new outrage flew from you ... "You will never do this again!" SMACK "Do you understand me!?" SMACK " Because if I ever catch you like this again ..." SMACK " you won't have to wish you were girl!" SMACK.
"Now ... " , and then as violently as your storm had erupted ... it subsided ...
You stood over me, with my little pantied butt sticking up at you and my face buried in the bed ... and it was if you had expended all your energy through your rage. You sat down on the bedside next to me ... I had reached behind me to rub my sore butt where you had spanked it. And now you reached over to rub it softly there too.
"You are such a little sissy ..." you said softly. "Look at you ... my God ..."
You slowly stroked my butt ... and then your hand traveled further down my stocking'd leg closest to you. You lingered there feeling the wonderful nylon on my legs.
"Well, I will say this" ... you whispered softly ... " you do show off that little butt and your legs well in all that ..."
"You took the waistband of the tiny panties in the thumb and pointer finger of each hand and snugged them up on my hips and adjusted them there ... as if you were dressing me ... getting me exactly right.
"Stand up" you said.
I was humiliated, tears streaked my face ... I couldn't possibly.
"Stand up" you said again. "It's alright ... let me look at you."
I couldn't look you in the eye. My eyes were downcast as I rose from the bed and tottered to attention in front of you. My shoulders sagged ... I tried to hide what cannot be hid when a man is in panties.
"let me look at you" you said again.
Your eyes traced the entire length of me in my most fem attire. "mmmm" I heard you say, and then "mmmm" again. I could feel my cheeks flush hot once more. Embarrassed for you to say things that way, me looking as I did.
"What was it you would do if I had not come in and caught you" ... you giggled slightly.
I was still speechless. But happy for you not to be in a fury now.
"I want to know" you said. I could only shake my head slightly from side to side.
Your voice took on a more stern timbre, and you said ... "Yes. Tell me what it is you do when you are like this and I am not here."
I was slightly frightened. I do not want to hear you raise your voice and taunt me again. Humiliating me.
"Tell me now!" your look is harsh ... "Or I will pull those little panties right off of you this minute and punish your little sissy ass until you do!"
I speak for the first time ... "Oh please .... no ... no ... don't say that ... I'm ... I'm ...not ...
"Yes you are! What were you going to do in my panties and good stockings?"
"I was .. was .... I ... oh ..........."
"I know full well what you were going to do my precious little naughty sissy" ... your look is beyond accusing ... " But I just want to hear you tell me!" "Afterall. it is my underwear you are in!".
I try again ... "I was going to .... (pause) .... I ... I was ... (pause, I just can't say it ...)
"You come here right this instant and bend over my knee you little fairy princess!!"
"no ...NO ... please ..."
"Then tell me! NOW"
"I was going to ... mast.......
"Tell me again louder ... you were ..?"
"...masturbating in them ..."
"Show me".
Oh God. How could I?
"Show me now!" "Do it the way you would do it if I weren't here ..."
(photo credits; pantiesformen.com)
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